These are indeed hazy days, even in Northern Georgia. Even though I'm still pushing myself to walk my daily 2-3 miles, it has become an effort, rather than a spontaneous joy. We discovered a hidden fishing pond at the bottom of our mountain! The evening mists over it, the scents of the Georgia pines surrounding it, and the sight and the sounds of the mallards which live there have been medicine to my summer-drained spirit. And God has sent my precious bluebird family back to make a last nest of the season in my little bluebird box. What heavenly gifts for the dusty end of summer!
And more....the sun continues to shine through, even though somewhat cloaked by the haze and mist, and the hints of a gentler season break through in the Appalachian mornings. The awe and splendor of our Heavenly Father cannot be hidden, even though in certain seasons of my life they are shrouded with the gauze of present experience.
I am reminded by Elizabeth Barrett Browning's words, so beautifully quoted by Jill Caratini this morning:
Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush aflame with God. But only he who sees takes off his shoes. The rest sit 'round and pluck blackberries.
Even in the season of sweltering mists...The light of the knowledge ofthe glory of God, seen in the face of Christ, pierces through and bids us to actively proclaim it in our lives.
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